*Scott's POV*

I was so exhausted, pretence is the worse thing on my path. I couldn't wait for all this to be over and I finally get my pound of flesh.

I laid on my bed, my mind consumed by the events of the day. The thought of Storm uncovering my true identity sent a surge of unease coursing through me. She had traveled back in time, and I had been there with her, witnessing the moment she stumbled upon a revelation. But before I could fully comprehend what she had seen, she abruptly cut me off. I knew she had glimpsed something, something that could expose me.

A cunning...